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02 October 2007 @ 01:17 am
Gnashing of teeth  
Parts 16, 17: done! 19, 20: all but done! 18, working hard at it, despite feeling brain dead after stinkingly hot weekend with much to do. What does the Beloved Partner do in support?

Decides to watch 300. So every five minutes the TV shrieks "SPARRRRRTAAAAA!" and BP cries out "Just shag already!"

When I smother him with a pillow, no one will be shocked.
 
 
 
Libbylibby_drew on October 1st, 2007 04:14 pm (UTC)
LOL Poor thing! I feel your pain. I tried to write during the football game yesterday. Every time the perfect line popped into my head, I heard, "OH, you idiot! Penalty! Holding! HOLDING!! ARE YOU BLIND??"

This morning, I had to double check the very little I got done yesterday for any football analogies that might have slipped into my text. ;)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 2nd, 2007 04:27 am (UTC)
HA!! Exactly! Except slightly worse for you given that 300 is actually gay porn ...

The weekend was no use, either, because the Grand Prix was on, so the traditional rites for the success of Ferrari were invoked and I was busy with the chant of "What are you doing, pit crew?! Are you on crack??" Men should come with warning stickers about the sports that you will catch through sexual contact. I watch far too much motorsport for someone who cannot drive!

Mysterymysteryqueen on October 2nd, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)
What is this part 18, 19, 20?

I'm loving SotF, and I'm really hoping this is something else you've written?
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 2nd, 2007 04:20 am (UTC)
That's the numbering of Sansa's points. 18 is the only remaining stumbling block, then a bit of rewriting on the last two, quick edit, and home free! So I can get back to the monolithic H/D monster that I started with and recently came up with the perfect ending for, but I am ignoring it as I know that the minute I pay it the slightest bit of attention it will suck thousands of words out of me and the SotF characters will invade my sleep saying "Finish us, you horrible person!!"

Erm ... all writers are a bit barking, yes? (Sidles away to be less crazed at lovely flist.)
It's just a flesh wound!: by themoonlitwalksauntbijou on October 2nd, 2007 02:18 am (UTC)
Heh... why waste a perfectly good pillow when you can simply rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it?

*offers you sympathy, as the Husbandly One is watching football while she is struggling to finish her own fics*
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 2nd, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
Nah, you'd get stains on the bed linen. Plus I lack the upper body strength ... he has v muscly arms.

Maybe if we all started narrating fics play by play? "Yes, Snape, feel opppressed! Stalk, baby, stalk! Hey, there's Remus! NOOOOOOOO!! Bad intercept, Dumbledore! Bad intercept!!"
It's just a flesh wound!: Icon by hazelsparkleauntbijou on October 3rd, 2007 03:57 am (UTC)
*merry laughter*
mikuni_sanmikuni_san on October 2nd, 2007 09:59 am (UTC)
I admit I did that. Encouraged Spartan to, and I quote: "Fuxxxxing DO IT ALREADY!Arrgh! Just look at those mount of muscles next to you! Grope him! Grope him! etc etc etc"

... does that make me your Beloved Partner? O.O

It`d be great, I`d watch you writing smut and pant into your ear... ^^
blamebramptonblamebrampton on October 2nd, 2007 10:33 am (UTC)
Hmmm. Now THERE'S an offer! Depends ... Quick quiz:

1. In which year did Mika Hakkinen comfort Michael Schumacher as the latter cried during an F1 press conference?

2. Which former World Rally driver recently died in a helicopter crash?

3. What makes Alex Zinardi's driving career since 2001 so remarkable?

Tragically, my sexually transmitted motorsportness means I know the answer to all these ...

But I do agree that yours is the ONLY correct response to 300! (I'd so never get any writing done if there was panting ...)
mikuni_sanmikuni_san on October 2nd, 2007 07:20 pm (UTC)
Errrrrrr....
>.> <.< ^.^ v.v *glances around nervously*
Um, sooo... you`re asking about the cartoon movie called "Cars" or something like that, aren`t you?